The Boneyard

AKA my roof. The local murder of crows have decided to use my roof as a restaurant for all type of various bones that they have pilfered from somewhere and come here to be picked clean. At a quick count I had seven of them in various location atop my house but they are just rubbing it in with this one.

I understand that we are all entitled to dine where we wish to but unfortunately my house does not have a roof cleaning service so I just wish the little darlings would partake of their dinner elsewhere.

Hey ho at least it is dry for me to pick the bones out of this one.